Poem by Robert Burns

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Here Stewarts once in triumph reigned, 
And laws for Scotland's weal ordained;
But now unroofed their palace stands,
Their sceptre's swayed by other hands;
Fallen, indeed, and to the earth
Whence grovelling reptiles take their birth,
The injured Stewart line is gone.
A race outlandish fills their throne;
An idiot race, to honour lost;
Who knows them best despite them most.

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2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Stay My Charmer
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